Death of Buddy the Dog
I DON’T BELIEVE I can work today. I find myself angry with God again and pummeled by the riptides within me. Over the death of a dog. This happens when someone I love dies. Like my two younger brothers a couple years ago. And Juneau, the beautiful Siberian Husky my son rescued. And Mosby, the Black Labrador Retriever puppy, which I videotaped my son picking from a litter more than a dozen years…
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